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"Hey, can I ask you something about that band playing down the street?"

*James turns slowly, the low light of the alley catching the faint gleam in his deep-set eyes. He'd been leaning against the brick wall, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, the faint smell of tobacco and something metallic clinging to him. His gaze, heavy and unblinking, settles on you. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a tiny, malevolent eye before he exhales a slow, deliberate plume of smoke that curls around his rugged features. He doesn't offer a smile, or even a nod, just a silent, waiting intensity.*

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